29. A Heated Exchange

A Heated Exchange

A s I leave Enchantment & Spellcrafting with Professor Nyx, my head's still buzzing from the day's events. Of course, I can't make it two steps down the hall without being stopped by someone. The question is always the same.

"Is it true? Sebastian's really your fated mate?"

Every time, I get to flash my most devilish grin and say, "Nope. Both Derek and Sebastian are my mates." The reactions are priceless—half disbelief, half envy, and by the time I finally reach my dorm room, I'm on cloud nine.

I push open the door and there they are: both Derek and Sebastian sitting on my bed, a space between them the perfect size for me. It's pretty clear neither of them bothered with their last class—or left early. Not that I care. My heart swells a little just seeing them there, waiting for me. I lock the door behind me and head straight for the bed, already feeling the exhaustion from the day catch up with me.

"Skipping class, huh?" I tease, raising an eyebrow at them as I toss my bag down.

Sebastian shrugs, smirking. "Figured you'd need someone to congratulate you on handling the Kyla situation so perfectly."

Derek adds with a chuckle, "Besides, the class was boring as hell, anyway."

I can't help but grin as I join them on the bed, wiggling myself between them. "I'm happy with how things unfolded today," I admit, letting out a long breath. "Kyla lashing out like that is going to bite her hard. The whole school's buzzing with questions about whether she actually wrote that grimoire. Those seeds of doubt? They're spreading fast."

"Better than we could have hoped for," Sebastian says, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

I lean back into the pillows, enjoying the warm presence of both boys beside me. "What phase that was…accomplished," I say dramatically, waving my hand in mock triumph.

Derek snorts, wrapping an arm around me. "What's next?"

"World domination." Without even looking at either of them, I casually remark, "Well, you both are my world, so... who wants to get dominated first?"

Silence.

I glance at them and nearly burst out laughing. The two of them are frozen, staring at me like I just suggested something they've never even considered. I look between them, trying to hold back my giggles. "What's the matter? You two look like stunned deer staring at headlights."

Derek clears his throat awkwardly, scratching the back of his head. "Uh..."

Sebastian recovers faster, his usual smirk creeping back. "Just... wasn't expecting that," he admits, though there's a playful glint in his eye.

I grin and elbow Sebastian lightly. "Good to know I can still surprise you."

Sebastian chuckles, his smirk widening. "Oh, trust me, you do."

Derek, still looking somewhat amused by the whole exchange, leans in and gives me a quick kiss on the temple. "You always keep us on our toes, Z."

I stretch my arms above my head, the tension of the day rolling off me. "Well, speaking of surprises, I think I'm going to hop in the shower. It's been a long day, and I could use a little steam." I shoot them a mischievous look as I rise from the bed, pausing at the bathroom door. "Anyone care to join me?"

Both of them freeze again, glancing at each other as if they're processing what I just said.

I laugh softly. "Don't think too hard about it. I'm serious." I wink before slipping into the bathroom, leaving the door slightly ajar.

For a moment, the only sound is the rush of water as I turn on the shower, but soon enough, I hear the unmistakable sound of footsteps behind me. Glancing over my shoulder, I see both Derek and Sebastian standing there, grinning like they've just been given the keys to the kingdom.

"You weren't joking," Derek says, stepping closer.

I tilt my head playfully. "Do I ever joke about things like this?"

Sebastian chuckles, shrugging out of his shirt. "Well, this is an invitation I definitely can't turn down."

Derek follows suit, quickly pulling off his own clothes, and before I know it, both of them are in the small bathroom with me, steam rising from the shower and the heat between us building in ways I didn't expect. My heart races as I step into the shower, the warm water cascading over me, and moments later, Derek and Sebastian join me, pressing in close, their bodies hot against mine.

It's overwhelming—in the best way. Derek's hands slide gently along my waist, while Sebastian's fingers trace down my arm, leaving trails of warmth in their wake. The small space only amplifies the intimacy, and I can feel their closeness in every inch of my skin.

My breath hitches as I feel their hands explore, not in a rush, but with deliberate care, like they're savoring the moment. Derek presses a kiss to my neck, his lips soft against the curve of my shoulder, while Sebastian's hands move lower, brushing along my thighs.

I close my eyes, completely flustered and unable to focus on anything but their touches. The feel of their bodies against mine, the warmth of the water mingling with the heat from them—it's intoxicating.

"Z," Derek murmurs against my ear, his breath hot against my wet skin. "We just want you to feel good. Let us take care of you."

My heart skips a beat, the tenderness in his voice making my chest tighten with something that feels an awful lot like love. And then Sebastian's lips are on my neck, and I'm not sure how much more of this I can handle. My fingers instinctively reach for his hair, pulling him closer as Derek's hands slide down my back, his touch firm and steady.

I bite my lip, utterly lost in the sensation of being between them—my boys, my mates. It's surreal, but at the same time, it feels like this is exactly where I'm supposed to be.

"You're both trouble, you know that?" I manage to say, my voice a little breathless.

Sebastian's laugh is a low rumble against my skin. "Good trouble, though, right?"

"Definitely good trouble," I whisper, as Derek's lips trail down my collarbone, sending shivers through my entire body.

In this moment, I feel completely safe, utterly desired, and for once, entirely at peace. They're here, and they're mine, and that thought alone makes everything worth it.

After the shower, the three of us towel off and make our way to the bed, still dripping with both water and the lingering heat of everything that just happened. As I sit down, my mind is a swirling mix of emotions, thoughts, and a whole lot of "what the hell is my life right now?"—but in the best way possible.

I glance at Derek and Sebastian, both of them eyeing me with that same mix of desire and affection. It's overwhelming, but it's also grounding, knowing that I'm not just caught up in some whirlwind of passion. There's something real here, something deeper. My heart skips as I sit back on the bed, feeling like the center of their universe. I can feel their eyes on me, and there's this unspoken energy that hangs between us—something more than just physical attraction.

I grin playfully, patting the space next to me. "Come here," I say to Derek, teasingly summoning him like he's my loyal wolf. He rolls his eyes, but the grin on his face shows that he's not offended—if anything, he's into it. He slides onto the bed beside me, his hand brushing my thigh as he sits close, his warmth still radiating from the shower.

Sebastian stands at the end of the bed, watching us with a look that's both intense and... hungry? But there's no rush. No need for quick movements or words. We've all settled into this strange new dynamic, and I feel like this is exactly how it's meant to be.

I lean back against Derek's chest, his arms wrapping around me in a way that feels protective, grounding. His lips find the curve of my neck, brushing against my skin, sending little sparks through me. But it's not rushed. There's a tenderness in how he's touching me now, like he knows exactly what I need before I even have to say it.

Sebastian's eyes flick between us, his gaze locking on mine with a mix of admiration and desire. I give him a small nod, silently inviting him to join.

As he comes closer, I stretch out between them, my body settling into the warmth of Derek's embrace as Sebastian kneels at the foot of the bed. The way they look at me isn't just about lust—it's about something more, something raw and real. I feel seen, like they're both here not just for what they want, but for what I need, too.

"Z," Sebastian's voice is soft, and his hand brushes my leg, trailing up slowly. His touch is light, almost reverent, and it makes me shiver.

Derek kisses the side of my neck, his lips barely grazing the skin there as his hands explore, his fingers gliding along my waist, never rushing, never pushing.

"Don't think too much," Derek whispers against my ear, his breath warm and soothing. "We're here for you."

I laugh softly, rolling my eyes. "Trust me, thinking's not really the problem right now."

But as I say it, I realize it's true. For once, I'm not overthinking. I'm just... feeling. And it's not just about being physically close to them. It's about how they make me feel—wanted, cherished, desired in a way that's not just about now but about everything. Every touch, every glance feels like it's part of something bigger than just the moment.

Sebastian's hand trails up my leg, his fingers brushing along my skin, and I can't help the way my body reacts, the way my breath catches. Derek's lips continue to explore my neck, his touch steady, reassuring.

I feel Derek's hand slide down my arm, fingers lacing through mine. I squeeze his hand gently, and when I look up, Sebastian's gaze meets mine. There's something electric in the air between the three of us—something that goes beyond physicality. It's like we're connected in a way I can't quite explain, but I know I never want to lose.

I run my hand slowly down my stomach, my breath catching in my throat as Sebastian's hands trail up my calves and thighs, his fingers gently pressing into the soft skin of my hips. There's a heat building between us, the kind that makes everything else fade away—the room, the worries, the plans. Right now, it's just the three of us.

Sebastian leans down, his breath warm against my skin as he traces a path along my inner thighs, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. I can't help but let out a soft moan as his mouth presses against me, his lips brushing my skin in a way that sends shivers up my spine. I tangle my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer as I feel Derek shift beside me, his body heat pressing into mine.

Derek's hands find their way to my waist, his touch slow, deliberate. There's no rush, no urgency—just the overwhelming feeling of being wanted, desired, by both of them. I let my hand glide between my thighs, feeling the slick heat building as I reach for Derek. He groans softly, his hand covering mine as he guides my movements, and the connection between us deepens.

Sebastian's tongue teases me, his touch light but maddeningly precise. Every flick sends waves of pleasure through me, making it hard to focus on anything but the way my body reacts. My breath hitches as Derek's hands roam over my body, his fingers grazing my skin in a way that makes me arch into him.

"Do you see what he's doing to me, Derek?" I murmur, my voice breathless but filled with affection. There's something intoxicating about being the center of their attention, knowing they both care enough to make me feel this way.

Sebastian's mouth moves with a hunger that makes me tremble, and I can hear Derek's low chuckle beside me, his eyes meeting mine as he leans down to kiss my neck. "I see everything, Z," he whispers against my skin, his lips brushing my ear as his hand moves down my body. "You look so beautiful right now."

I can feel Sebastian's gaze lift from between my legs, his eyes dark with desire as he takes in the way I'm reacting to them both. The connection between us isn't just physical—it's something more, something that feels so right, even in the chaos of everything else.

There's a moment where all I can feel is them—Derek's warmth pressed into me from one side, Sebastian's soft, teasing touch from the other. It's overwhelming but in the best way possible. Sebastian's fingers slip inside me, his touch both gentle and commanding, and my breath hitches at the sensation. His mouth finds its place, his lips warm against my most sensitive spot, teasing me with a slow, maddening rhythm. I can't help but let out a gasp, the tension building between us as Derek, his hand tangled in my hair, holds me close. His chin rests on my forehead, and I can feel the heat of his breath as my lips part, a soft moan escaping me when Sebastian adds another finger, pressing against me in ways that make it impossible to stay quiet.

"Seb's about to make me lose it, Derek," I murmur, my voice low but laced with humor, though I want to make sure Derek's just as in tune as I am. It feels like I'm offering them both something, a piece of myself that neither can take for granted.

Derek's hand tightens ever so slightly in my hair, his other hand tracing the curve of my body, his eyes dark with desire as he watches every reaction play out on my face. "I'm right here," he murmurs, his voice gravelly, as I work my hand down his body, fingers trailing over him in a way that makes him groan.

Sebastian's breath is ragged against my skin, his movements almost desperate now. "I want more, Z," he says, voice strained as though the very thought of not having me fully is unbearable.

I bite my lip, looking at Derek for reassurance, but his grin tells me everything I need to know. "I think we both want to make you feel good," Derek says, his voice filled with a possessive affection, his gaze flicking between me and Sebastian.

Sebastian pulls away just enough to look up at me, his usual smirk slightly faltering under the weight of his need. "You know I'm good at following orders," he teases, the mischief in his eyes returning.

The way they banter back and forth about me, like I'm the center of their world, makes my heart race faster. "Well, boys," I say, barely able to keep the smile off my lips as the intensity builds. "You'd better keep up then, because I'm not slowing down."

Sebastian moves to kiss my neck again, his fingers still working inside me, while Derek leans down, his mouth hovering just inches from mine as he murmurs, "We wouldn't dream of it, Z."

"Now," I whisper, my voice barely steady as I try to hold onto my usual control, "I need you to be inside me. I'd rather feel you there than all over the place, got it?"

Sebastian locks eyes with me, his breath heavy as he watches me, a knowing smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. The tension between us is electrifying, each of us barely keeping it together. Derek's fingers glide through my hair, his body eager for more, and I'm caught between them—feeling both of their desires and losing myself in it.

"Help me out here, pull me down a bit," I add, my voice softer now, knowing that I want to give both of them what they need, what I need. The thrill of sharing this moment is almost overwhelming.

Sebastian's hands slide from my waist, gently guiding me down until my head rests against Derek's lap. I feel his body tense beneath me, and his hands move to my hair, holding me in place as his need matches my own. The tip of him grazes my lips, and I can't help but smirk as my hand wraps around him, guiding him to me.

Sebastian enters me slowly, his movements deliberate, savoring every second. My body clenches around him, and the overwhelming sensation pulls a gasp from my lips. I lock eyes with him as he fills me, his grip tightening on my thighs, making sure to keep me open and ready for him.

"Gods, you're... perfect," I murmur, barely able to finish the sentence as the heat between us builds. Sebastian moves inside me with a rhythm that makes my entire body hum, while Derek groans softly above me, his body trembling as I take him into my mouth.

The weight of their touch, their connection to me, grounds me in a way I didn't expect. I've never felt this wanted, this... desired, and it's intoxicating.

Derek strokes my hair gently as I move, moaning softly as I take him deeper, and I can feel Sebastian's pace quicken, his breath ragged as the pressure builds.

"Looks like you've got us both exactly where you want us," Derek says, his voice strained but full of affection. I manage to laugh, the sound muffled as I press against him.

Sebastian lets out a low groan, his hands tightening on my hips as he thrusts again, the tension building between us until I feel like I might lose control entirely. The way they're both with me—so in tune with my every move, my every need—makes this moment more than just physical. It's raw, powerful, and deeply connected.

And in the middle of it, as I lose myself in the sensation, I realize how much I've come to care for both of them, how much I trust them. It's more than just desire now—it's something deeper, something real.

"You're something else, aren't you?" Derek murmurs in my ear, his voice low and filled with admiration. "Letting Sebastian have his way with you like that... how does it feel?"

"It feels... incredible," Sebastian groans, his breath catching as he thrusts deeper, his every movement sending shivers through me. My body responds to him, and I can't hold back the muffled moans that escape as Derek's hand slides through my hair, guiding me gently, his touch reassuring, grounding me in this overwhelming moment.

I feel Derek's chest rise and fall, his breath becoming shallow. "You're amazing," he whispers, his voice rough with need. "I'm not going to last... you want that, don't you?"

Every nerve in my body is alive as I move between them, the intensity building. My world narrows down to the sensation of Sebastian's rhythm, the warmth of Derek's hands, and the electricity crackling in the space between us.

Derek's voice trembles as he speaks again. "You're perfect," he breathes out, his words vibrating through me as I feel Sebastian's pace quicken, the need in him building to match my own.

I gasp for air as Sebastian leans down, capturing my lips in a kiss that's as intense as the moment we're sharing. It's not just about the physical connection—it's more. I can feel it in the way he touches me, in the way Derek's fingers tangle gently in my hair. There's a trust here, a bond that I never expected to form this way, and it makes everything sharper, more real.

"You're going to fall apart in my arms, aren't you?" Sebastian whispers against my skin, his voice rough with emotion.

"Yes," I breathe, feeling every inch of my body surrender to the moment.

"You want to feel this, don't you? While Derek watches?" His words are soft, almost teasing, but there's a vulnerability in them too, like he needs to hear me say it.

"Yes," I gasp again, my voice barely audible. "Yes, I do." I hear a low, guttural sound from Derek, and I feel his grip on my waist tighten slightly.

"Yes, I want him to see," I gasp, the words slipping out before I can even think.

"God, so do I," Sebastian breathes, his voice rough with desire. His hand slides down between my thighs, his fingers pressing firmly as he moves in sync with me, bringing me to the brink of something intense, something I can't hold back.

My body reacts, my skin flushed and burning with need. Every inch of me is alive under their touch, and the heat between us is almost too much to bear.

Derek, who had been watching, his gaze dark and intense, stirs again, his hand moving instinctively. I can feel his desire, as palpable as my own, as he reaches down, stroking himself in response to the electric connection between us.

Sebastian's rhythm changes, a soft groan escaping his lips as my body clenches around him, the pressure building to an unbearable height. "Zaria..." he moans, and the sound of my name from his lips, so filled with raw need, is enough to send me over the edge.

"Focus on her," Derek growls, his voice filled with a mixture of passion and command.

Sebastian lets out a deep groan, and I feel him let go, the sensation of him filling me overwhelming. The pleasure that follows is all-consuming, and I can't help but arch beneath him, completely lost in the moment. My body trembles as the waves of pleasure crash over me, and I'm barely aware of anything else besides them—their touches, their breaths, the intensity of it all.

Sebastian collapses gently on top of me, his chest pressing against mine as I sink into the softness of the bed. Derek's presence behind me is grounding, his warmth a reassuring constant in the haze of sensations that flood my mind. The room falls into a comfortable silence, the only sounds left are our ragged breathing.

I feel Derek shift slightly beside me. His breath is warm against my ear, and I can sense the smirk in his voice before he even speaks. "Don't expect to be done," Derek murmurs, his words low and teasing. "It's my turn."

A shiver runs down my spine at the sound of his voice, so full of promise. I glance up at him, still catching my breath, but the playful glint in his eyes makes my heart race all over again. "Really?" I manage to say, trying for some of my usual sass, though it's harder when I feel so undone by everything that's just happened. "Think you can top that?"

Derek chuckles, his lips brushing my temple as his hand glides down my side. "Oh, Zaria. You should know by now—I'm always up for a challenge."

Before I can respond, he's already moving, pulling me gently from beneath Sebastian's weight. His grip is firm but careful, and I can feel the heat between us rekindling, burning brighter as his hand slides down to my hips.

Sebastian groans lightly, rolling off me, though his hand lingers on my thigh for a moment. "Guess I'll let him have his turn," he says with a wry grin, propping himself up on one elbow as he watches, his gaze full of dark amusement.

Derek's lips hover just above mine, teasing, his breath mixing with mine. "I'd say you're not quite finished yet," he whispers, his hand brushing up my thigh. I bite my lip, feeling my pulse quicken again as I let myself melt into the sensation.

Derek's hands glide gently over my skin, his touch soft and full of intent, as if he's memorizing every inch of me. I can feel the warmth of his body pressed against mine, his breath steady as he leans in, his lips grazing my ear. "You don't have to hold back, Zaria," he whispers softly, his voice like a low hum that vibrates through me, calming and exciting at the same time. "I want to hear you."

His words send a shiver down my spine as he tilts my chin gently, brushing his lips over mine with a tenderness that takes my breath away. His hand drifts lower, teasing my skin in feather-light strokes. When he pulls away to look at me, his eyes are dark but full of care, a silent promise that this is about more than just physical desire.

Slowly, he positions himself between my legs, his movements unhurried, like he's savoring the moment as much as I am. His hands spread my thighs apart with gentle confidence, his thumbs brushing the soft skin there before he aligns himself with me. But before he does anything more, he leans down, pressing a tender kiss to my forehead, then my lips again.

"Tell me if you need anything," he says, his voice rough but gentle. I nod, feeling completely safe in his care, the weight of everything we've built between us settling over me like a warm blanket.

When he finally enters me, it's slow and measured, his eyes locked on mine the entire time, as if checking in with me, making sure I'm with him every step of the way. There's no rush, just the two of us moving together, like a dance. He's giving me time to adjust, his hand brushing a stray hair from my face as he whispers my name softly, his lips skimming over my cheek.

I can't help but gasp at the sensation of being so close to him, the slow, steady rhythm of his movements sending waves of pleasure through me. It's not just the physical connection—there's something deeper, something raw and beautiful in the way he's holding me, in the way his body responds to mine. Every movement is deliberate, every touch filled with meaning.

As he moves, he leans down to kiss me again, his lips soft and full of emotion. His hands never stop caressing me, whether they're on my hips, my back, or the sides of my face, as if he's grounding me to him, reminding me that he's here, that he sees me, fully and completely. My hands find their way into his hair, tugging gently as I pull him closer, wanting him to know that I feel it too—that I'm his, just as much as he's mine.

From the corner of my eye, I can see Sebastian watching us, but instead of feeling self-conscious, I feel... cherished. There's no jealousy, just the shared understanding between the three of us, a bond that goes beyond anything I've ever felt. I know they both care about me deeply, and somehow, in this moment, everything feels right.

Derek speeds up his movements slightly, but there's still that gentle tenderness in the way he touches me, as if every motion is a reminder that this is more than just the physical. He reaches down, his thumb brushing over my cheek, his other hand still caressing my body, sending ripples of warmth through me.

I'm lost in him, in the feel of his body moving with mine, in the sound of our breathing mingling together, and the way his lips press against mine, soft and full of emotion. Derek's movements slow, and I can feel my body tightening, on the brink of release. But just as I'm teetering on the edge, he stops completely. I blink in surprise, looking over my shoulder to see that same infuriating, teasing grin spread across his face.

"You didn't think I was going to let you finish yet, did you?" His voice is low, a mix of playfulness and command. "Not until I'm satisfied, Zaria. Understand?" I nod breathlessly, the anticipation building. He leans down and kisses my forehead, his lips warm and soft against my skin. "Good girl." Before I can even process what's happening, Derek pulls out of me, and my body immediately misses the warmth, the fullness of him. He doesn't give me long to mourn the loss as he gently taps my hip. "On all fours."

I follow his instruction, my heart racing as I get into position, waiting, my breath uneven. I feel the gentle brush of his hand across my back, grazing the curve of my waist before settling on my hips. But then, his hand moves to my ass, and I know what's coming next.

"Count for me," he says, his voice rough.

"One," I breathe out, just as another thrust hits into me—hard.

"Two."

By the time we reach ten, I'm gasping, my body trembling with overstimulation. My skin burns from the contact, but it's the kind of fire that spreads pleasure through every nerve. Tears prick the corners of my eyes, a mix of pain, release, and the undeniable need building inside me.

Derek's hand brushes over the tender skin, soothing the stinging warmth. His grip tightens on my hips, and without warning, he thrusts back into me, filling me again. I gasp at the suddenness of it, my body clenching around him in response, still so sensitive from the punishment.

He moves fast, his pace relentless, the sounds of our bodies echoing through the room. The friction, the pressure, it's all too much, and yet I want more. I need more.

Just then, I feel Sebastian's hands slide up my body from below me, his lips grazing my neck as Derek continues to thrust into me. My breath hitches as Sebastian's fingers trail up my sides, teasingly slow. His mouth moves lower, leaving kisses along my shoulders, while his hands cup my breasts, squeezing gently.

The combination of Derek's hard, steady rhythm and Sebastian's tender touches is almost too much to bear. I can feel the dual attention everywhere—Derek's grip on my hips, Sebastian's lips on my skin. It's like they've surrounded me, body and soul.

Sebastian's mouth moves up to my ear, his voice a low whisper that sends shivers down my spine. "You're doing so well, Zaria. We've got you."

My entire body is on fire, overwhelmed by the intensity of it all. Derek, sensing that I'm close again, pulls me upright, my back pressed flush against his chest as he wraps an arm around my waist. His free hand slides up to my neck, applying just enough pressure, grounding me in the moment.

Sebastian's hands never leave my body, his lips tracing the curve of my jawline, down my collarbone, as he presses soft kisses along my throat. Every touch, every movement feels like a dance, like we're perfectly in sync with each other.

I can't hold back anymore. My body trembles, teetering on the edge of release as Derek's pace quickens, the sounds of skin against skin mixing with Sebastian's quiet, reassuring murmurs in my ear.

"Let go," Derek breathes into my neck, his voice rough with need. His hand tightens ever so slightly around my throat, while Sebastian's fingers gently tug at my nipples, sending electric sparks of pleasure through me.

And with that, I break, falling over the edge as waves of pleasure crash over me. My entire body tenses and then releases, my breath coming in ragged gasps as both of them hold me steady, keeping me grounded in the storm.

When it's over, Derek presses a soft kiss to the side of my neck, his lips lingering there for a moment as he whispers, "You're amazing."

Sebastian moves in front of me, his hands cupping my face, his eyes searching mine. He leans in, kissing me slowly, tenderly, as if to remind me that between the intensity and passion, there's something deeper, something real.

As I catch my breath, my body still buzzing from the aftermath, I can't help but grin. The connection between us is undeniable, and it's not just the physical heat—there's something deeper, something almost tangible. But because I'm me, I can't let the moment pass without stirring the pot just a little.

I stretch lazily, sliding back into the sheets and giving both of them a smirk. "So... am I going to have to start grading you two now? Because I feel like things could've been a little more... competitive."

Derek raises an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "Competitive, huh?"

Sebastian, ever the cocky one, leans in, his voice a low purr. "Careful what you ask for, witch. You might not be able to handle the competition."

I let out a playful laugh, wiggling deeper under the covers, pulling them both with me. "Oh, please. I'm the one dominating this game, boys. And if you two want to keep up, you'd better bring your A-game next time."

They exchange a glance, both of them grinning like they're ready for the challenge, and I can already tell... I might have just riled them up enough to keep me very, very busy tonight.

But hey, if anyone can handle it, it's me.